I decided yesterday that women spend at least 90% of their lives waiting. (The algorithm used to come to this statistic is more an equation of emotional, rather than mathematical origin.)
As children we wait for the things that all children do:
We wait for summertime to come so we can go swimming.
We wait for winter to come so we can go sledding, and Christmas!
We wait for Halloween so we can go trick or treating.
We wait for the Fourth of July so we can watch the fireworks.
But as women we really set ourselves apart in the waiting department when we grow up.
We wait for someone to ask us out on our first date.
We wait for someone to ask us out again.
We wait for someone to ask us to marry them.
We wait nine months (or much, much, much, much longer) to have children.
We wait for husbands to come home from work.
We wait at our doctor's appointments, and those of our children.
We wait while our children try to figure out how to make a number two on the potty.
We wait for the bread to rise.
We wait for the water to boil.
We wait for the flowers in our yard to bloom.
We wait for the mail to come.
We wait and we wait and we wait.